Building Branches
You cannot see the groomreflected in her eyes,a cousin twice removedneither young nor handsomenot a peasant or accountant,never had ambitionsand doesn’t know her tongue,not her choicejust selectedby her uncles. She […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Dig your dog
If you dig your dogyou know that walkingmeans you have to mindthe butt-hole scents,left by hounds or mongrels trace of reek to follow,modify,and leave a markto be, becomea king of […]
Compassion is noticing
Compassionis the warmthof torn book pagesslowly fed to hungry flames,by a beggar’s hands,it is the soundof the lonely coinat the bottom of his tin cup.it grows from the reekof unwashed […]
Waste in waiting
When waste is piled ashills and mountainswe call it land-fillas if land itself is lacking,as if valleys, lakesare voids expecting,for something betterfor a new foundationto be part of something newa […]
Never from flowers
From Pablo Neruda Sonnet 17 (second stanza) You are not a mirror where reflected, I,can affirm myself. You are not a watercolored loveor honeysuckled dusk, never soft as dew; but […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 